Is it true or false? Was he attacked? Is this guy just faking it?
But it was only at that moment.
Before the deafening explosion had a chance to reach everyone’s ears, as the knight slightly turned his head toward the Yanjiang Spirit Energy User, in the distance, at the City of Knowledge Exploration Team’s position, a member had just pulled the trigger.
It was a special, armor-piercing projectile designed to deal with Sublimators and Trait Armor, paired with a custom-made alchemical firearm, enough to destroy armor suits and damage those at the Third Energy Level!
Seemingly having foreseen this, the knight did not dodge. He turned his head towards the City of Knowledge’s direction, as the supersonic armor-piercing projectile sped towards his head.
In light of this, the knight took an action that made everyone think, ’He’s gone mad!’
The knight took off his helmet, revealing a young face and a head of long black hair.
It was a very handsome, but somewhat somber youthful face. He was young, bewilderingly so.
The armor-piercing projectile hit that face... But everyone who witnessed this felt incredulous, why did he take off his helmet?!
—The answer is actually simple.
—Just as a wise being conceived of The Unyielding Fortress and built it, wise beings can similarly, through various techniques and practices, transform themselves into a towering, unmovable, eternally indestructible... Solid City!
The cannonball collided with his head, but the steel-core impact couldn’t penetrate the knight’s Heart Light and Origin Shield — the knight didn’t even blink, as the dazzling explosion light flickered across his eyelashes, not even causing the slightest bend.
The knight turned his head, flinging away the molten steel-core liquid, while at the same time, sounds of gunfire from numerous forces rang out, along with various lightning bolts, fireballs, and wind blades condensed by Sublimation Skills, raining down on him like a storm.
Yet he didn’t evade, just stood there like a mountain, enduring everything.
The knight continued to step forward.
At this moment, he finally exhaled.
Since entering everyone’s sight, after deeply inhaling the golden-red mist from the Source of Dragon Blood, the knight exhaled for the first time, completing a full breath.
And this seemingly mundane exhalation suddenly caused the air to burst, forming a visible white airwave shock.
It transformed into a surging whirlwind, sweeping away all incoming bullets, lightning, frost, fireballs, and even the wind-formed air blades.
The terrifying gust crossed dozens of meters, causing several team members at the outskirts to stagger and retreat, even falling to the ground.
All of this was due to a single breath.
And the knight’s removal of his helmet seemed to be for such a refreshing breath. Of course, it might also be to avoid getting his helmet dented by the armor-piercing projectile, but essentially, it’s like stepping on ants, an effortless action.
How can someone be this strong?
At this moment, everyone subconsciously held their breath.
(Yes! Just like that!)
In The Empire’s team, Sio widened her eyes, having seen Ian continuously transform, optimizing the inheritance, trusting the Dragon Maiden more than herself: (This is what you deserve! You could have done this long ago, crushing them all!)
(Go! Show them your strength!)
After all, you are the inheritance of...
—The Unyielding Fortress.
—Remaining immovable is eternal. Timeless endurance is the Solid City.
No one launched an attack, no one stood in his way.
Only the strongest few from the Exploration Team still dared to gaze directly at the knight’s presence.
Their eyes flickered with a different light from those whose faces showed fear and timidity.
The light was of yearning, anticipation, and a fiercely burning desire for challenge.
"Abandon such probing."
At this moment, the knight with black hair spread his hands to everyone present: "Just as you see, just as you imagine."
He calmly said, "I am the inheritor of The Unyielding Fortress, Mahdi of Secluded Valley."
"Because of this, one thousand weaklings would be meaningless, even geniuses and elites like yourselves, one-on-one or even two-on-one would absolutely be unable to defeat me."
"Therefore, everyone, if you truly want to defeat me, to stop me from obtaining that treasure."
With his left arm under his helmet and his right hand already on the sword hilt, the black-haired young knight looked around at everyone present, revealing a faint smile: "Come at me together."
"But know that from here on, it’s going to be hell."